Remembering Hurricane Carol
Did you witness Hurricane Carol in 1954? Tell me about it! And if you have a picture you're willing to share, that's all the better. I'd love to hear from you and I'll add what you have to say to our "Your Views" page. So if you have something to share, please:
Send me email, Greg Stone
This was a real nice shock - the Providence Journal called for what I assumed was a few paragraphs in a general story about Hurricane Carol. Instead it turned out to be a story devoted to this Web site and it ran on Page 1 on the 50th anniversary of the Hurricane.
They did an excellent job and the result was a real surge of hits on the Web site and many new stories from people about their own experiences. (What I like most about this was I didn't promote the Web site to them - they discovered the web site on their own and contacted me. )if you have a problem getting to it, try here.
In 1954 I was 13 and the most exciting thing to happen was Hurricane Carol. I took pictures during the storm and after the storm, made them into sets, and sold them to neighbors. Here are the pictures and my memories along with those of family and friends. Greg Stone 1>
This was the Yacht Club beach where we all took swimming lessons and romped in good weather - now the main feature was the Goodnow's car which was "submerged at high tide" according to the note my mother made on the back of the photo. I don't know the name of the boat racked up on this side of the dock. It looks like one of the few working boats that were in the harbor at that time.
This picture is taken looking across the river towards Mathewson Road where Harvie's house is just visible at the left-hand edge. I think it was taken on the afternoon of the hurricane. Judging from the photos I worked my way up Mathewson Road, took a detour up Jenny's Lane, then came back and went across the bridge and down Barton Avenue to the Ships Store and Yacht Club. 0>
My mother wasn't thrilled with this wandering, but she was less thrilled the next day when I vanished for the entire day without telling anyone where I was going or what I was doing. Hey - "Where did you go? Out. What did you do? Nothing" - was our stock answer, so why shouldn't it apply the day after a hurricane? Maybe the fact that the National Guard had been called in to protect property against looters bothered her? Later that week we kids had great fun scaring ourselves with the rumor that they had orders to shoot looters. Not that we were looting anything, but we were roaming in the wreckage.